0 comments/ 143911 views/ 28 favorites Afternoon Swim By: Tawny T I was living in a small university town, doing graduate study on my degree. The university was very good, but it was in the Bible Belt, and the town was Dullsville personified. An aunt had died leaving me a sizable inheritance, and I could concentrate on my studies, most of the time. I'm female, and single. I had several bad relationships with men that left me with the feeling that I could live without them for a long while. Still, I am human and my sex drive still sits there and simmers in the background. One bright point in Dullsville, was Susan, a lovely, rather shy married woman, only a couple of years my senior. She was studying at the University, taking some courses in the same field as I. We studied together from time to time, and became friends. Her husband was Mr. Dullsville himself. They had a backyard pool with a high privacy fence around it, and she invited me over often to swim after classes, and when I had a half day of classes. I love swimming and am rather good at it. The first day I went over she had a nondescript one-piece bathing suit that hid her very nice figure. I complemented her on it and she seemed pleased. Every day I went over, the suit seemed to become smaller, a different one naturally. After my fourth visit, it was down to a small bikini with a thong in the back. The front barely covered her pubic area. I always complemented her on her nice figure. This day, her large, round breasts were barely covered, her nipples erect under the thin cloth. Damn, she looked good. I told her that that bikini would get her arrested even in Cannes. She seemed really flattered. We had a couple of drinks and she seemed to open up a little. I could tell she was admiring my figure too. I had always worn a bikini at her house, to show off my figure, and my 38C breasts, unaugmented, thank you. I had caught her admiring them quite a few times, and made it a point to show them to their best advantage unobtrusively. She lay, her pert, barely covered, ass soaking up the sun.. It looked mouthwateringly delicious. I devoured her with my eyes, and caught her eyes following my every move. I asked her if she ever sunbathed nude. She said she loved to, but didn't want to embarrass me. I told her I had been to lots of nude beaches. I proceeded to shed my bikini, she followed suit, and her nude evenly tanned body was absolutely beautiful. Her breasts are lovely round shaped, with pink large areolas, and the nipples erect and standing up. Her blonde pubic hair is trimmed neatly, shaved up almost to her neat pussy. It made me horny just watching her. I decided to see if her interest in me would blossom if carefully nurtured. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Lying back, I raised one leg and slowly let it slip to the side, giving her a good view of my lovely, I've been told, pussy. I keep it cleanly shaved except for a small triangle at the top. My inner lips protrude very slightly, showing my well shaped slit.. Her eyes took it in and lingered there. I swung my knee back and forth, and could feel myself getting very wet. Finally I sat up cross-legged, thighs spread wide. I felt the cool air on my core, as my wet pussy lips parted, giving Susan a good look at my wet vulva. "Susan, you're staring," I laughed. She only nodded. "Do you like what you see?" She nodded again, almost bashfully. "Move closer, I love to have a beautiful woman look at my pussy." She hesitated a moment, then moved closer and sat at the side of my lounge, eyes glued to my pussy. "Having you look at my bare pussy really makes me hot. I'm so horny, and seeing your beautiful body naked has really gotten me excited. You are so beautiful. Do you know what I want to do?" I asked looking into her lovely blue eyes. She shook her head slowly. "I'm going to bring myself off while you watch. I'm going to finger my clit, and finger fuck myself while you watch, until I come. You'd like that wouldn't you?" I asked softly. She nodded and whispered a faint "Yes." I took a chance and bent forward and gave her the softest gentlest kiss I knew how to. Her eyes closed, and she seemed almost disappointed that I didn't kiss her longer. I lay back and spread my thighs wide giving her a good view of my pussy. I slid a finger into my mouth and brought it out wet and gleaming, a silver strand of saliva held for a moment before it broke. Susan watched almost hypnotized as I slid my finger down, and slowly slid it into my pussy. I moved it as deep as I could, then slid it out, and up to spread my pussy lips wide, coating the lips wetly. I reached down with my other hand and pulled upward a little at the top of my pussy. My already erect and hard clit slid out of its sheath. I stroked it a little and it swelled still more. I have a rather large clit and Susan caught her breath as she saw the pink head slip further out. When I pulled further, it slid out almost a half inch and it's about the diameter of a pencil. Her mouth was open and she was almost drooling. "God, I'm hot," I croaked. "My clit is on fire! It needs to be licked and sucked like it was a tiny cock. Do you want to suck it, Susan? It needs a pair of lips around it, sucking it." She leaned forward, lips pursed, her tongue licked her bottom lip, then she pulled back. There was puzzlement, indecision in her eyes. She wanted to, yet didn't. I smiled at her. She squeezed her thighs together. Good sign. I slid a finger deep inside myself, brought it out and slid it into my mouth. I licked it, then put it back into my pussy, back out, and into my mouth. She watched intently, brow slightly furrowed, her mouth copied my pucker. I slid it back inside myself, and then up to slowly circle my clit. I moaned softly. God, I was hot, masturbating inches from her. I thrust my hips upward, close to her face. The scent of my hot open sex filled her nostrils, and I watched them flare. Slowly, I put a good show on for her. Letting my fingers slide in and out, putting two, then three inside myself. In my wet core, almost dripping, my fingers made little squishing noises as they moved in and out. She had bent forward still more, her face a half foot from my pussy. I pulled my fingers out again, and hesitated. She looked at my wet fingers, slick and coated with my juices. Her lips were open a little. Slowly, so as not to startle her, I put them close to her mouth. She could smell my lust, my juices. Very slowly I placed my fingers against her lips and rubbed them over her parted lips. She gave a little cry and pulled back just a little. I put them back gently against her lips. I slid them inside her mouth. Her lips closed around them and I felt her tongue move over them, and her mouth suction on them. I gently fucked her mouth with my fingers. Her eyes closed and she sobbed. I pulled my fingers out, and bent forward and kissed her gently. She pressed back. It was her tongue that slid out and into my mouth. Her hand went to my head and pulled me against her. We kissed for a while, then I pulled back a little. Her eyes were closed. I slid my fingers back into my pussy, then up to her lips, into her mouth. She sucked and her eyes shot open. "I - I - I want to kiss you, your, your pussy." Susan stammered. I kissed her again, my tongue sliding into her mouth. I reached over and placed my hand onto her wet, and open pussy. She moaned as my finger slipped gently into her wet sex. I brought it to my lips and sucked on it, tasting her sweet salty juices. I did it again and this time put it into her mouth. She sucked it. I cupped her firm globe and stroked softly. Her erect nipple pressed against my palm. Then I lay back, letting my thighs spread wide. She stared up at me, hesitant again. "Susan, Dearest, here I am. Just for you. Kiss me just like you want your own sweet pussy to be kissed. Think how you want to be kissed, sucked, tongued, and loved. Just do what you want. It's that simple. Gently. Softly. We have all afternoon, Love." She smiled up at me, her face radiant. I waited, letting her come to me. She hesitated a few seconds more, then making up her mind, bent and kissed my stomach. Her tongue slid out and she licked my skin, tasting my flesh. She looked up into my eyes and smiled. Her hands moved to my thighs and stroked, softly, lovingly. Her touch was so loving, I almost melted. She moved down and kissed my thighs, the inside, then the juncture of the thigh and trunk. Her tongue left little wet trails. She raised her head and smiled, and I knew she was teasing me a little, now sure of herself. She bent forward and her tongue slid out. It was my turn to moan as her tongue slid from the bottom of my pussy to the top, slowly, deliciously wonderful. I cried out as it flicked the underside of my clit and flicked around and around it. Her lips closed over it and she sucked it softly at first, then harder, her tongue flicking it again and again, the way she wanted her clit sucked and licked. Slowly Susan kissed, licked and sucked my spread pussy. I lay back and my hand went to her head caressing her soft blonde hair. My hips moved upward under their own volition to meet her sweet mouth. I felt her fingers slip into me and carefully slide up inside me. They probed and explored my wet, hot core. Her lips and tongue concentrated on my clit and she slowly brought my passion upward till I cried out and my hips bucked against her mouth. My pussy clamped down on her fingers and she later said it was the most wonderful feeling to know that she was making me climax. My climax was strong and intense, and it was a long time until I came down. It had been a very long time since I'd had sex with a man or woman. I pulled her to me and thanked her when I had recovered. Her firm breasts and hard nipples pressed against mine. She moaned as I slid a finger between her pussy lips and she was wet and open. "Lets go in the house, please?" I asked. "I want to make love to you on a soft bed, where I can feast on your lovely body. This lounge is too uncomfortable." She quickly agreed. Laughing, we almost ran into the house. She led me to a huge, well appointed bedroom with a canopied bed. She turned back the covers revealing silken, soft pastel sheets. She patted the bed beside her, and I sat down, then lay back and pulled her to me. We lay kissing. I insinuated a leg between hers and her mount of Venus thrust against it, humping slightly. Her warm body snuggled against mine, soft and smooth. I caressed her body slowly. I kissed her neck and behind her ears, my tongue tasting her sweet flesh. She pulled me atop her, her thighs spread to receive me. I felt her spread wetness against me. Our mounds pressed together. My mount of Venus pressed downward against her spread wetness. She moaned as my soft flesh pushed her wet flesh aside, burrowing. We slowly pushed and rubbed. She adjusted her hips a little and began to hump against my pubic mound. Her eyes closed and then she sobbed my name over and over as she came. I cupped her breast and squeezed as she climaxed. She seemed to have a quick short climax. I kissed her, then moved down to her soft breasts. Her skin tasted sweet and her subtle perfume filled my nostrils. Her breasts are superb and I sucked the large pale areolas and her nipples to new hardness. I nipped the nubs lightly with my teeth eliciting a sob from her. Slowly I worked my way down her sweet body. Finally I arrived at her spread pussy. Her outer lips were deep pink and swollen with passion. I spread them further, revealing her neat inner labia. I nibbled on them then spread her wide with my fingers. I truly love to see the inner beauty of a women's vulva. It was like a red rose, wet and in the center, the dew pooled there. I touched the convoluted vaginal center with my tongue and she moaned her pleasure. I put my lips against it and sucked her salty sweet juice into my mouth. We both moaned. I pushed my tongue into her, and wiggled it around. The heavenly scent and taste of her clean excited sex almost made me climax. God, I love the taste of a woman's most intimate flesh. I sucked, lapped, tongued her, for her sake and mine, for long minutes. The wet flesh was against my face, as I burrowed against her, wetting my chin, nose, and mouth in her woman's core. I licked from the bottom to the top over and over, flicking her small bud of a clit on the end of each up stroke. Her hips moved upward toward each thrust of my tongue. Carefully, I slid first one, then two fingers up inside her. As one wonderful woman taught me, I crossed my fingers and slowly pressed them in and out, my wrist rotating with each thrust. The crossed fingers moving, burrowing inside, stimulating the vaginal opening. I licked and sucked her small clit, flicking my tongue rapidly against it as I finger fucked her velvet center. She began to moan and cry out, her hips bucked upward. My fingers flew in and out of her, my wrist twirling back and forth. I flicked my tongue as fast as I could against her clit and she exploded. She screamed over and over, and I was glad we were inside. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on my fingers, and at the same time I felt a gush of juice as she climaxed. It hit my mouth and I tasted the salty fluid of her ejaculate. It happened quickly and there was not much of it, but I had encountered it before. Her climax went on and on. Finally she slumped and I slid my fingers out of her. I watched as her beautiful opening closed slowly. I licked it softly, avoiding her clit. There was wetness on her thigh. I licked it and tasted her salty ejaculate. I smiled as I moved up to kiss her cheek as she regained her breath. When she had recovered I kissed her and she thanked me. "I have never climaxed like that in my entire life." She said wide eyed. "I can't believe how utterly wonderful it was. Seeing stars didn't describe it. I never knew how wonderful, and intense a climax was. I've climaxed with my husband, but-" she paused, "never, ever like that. You are so wonderful. Thank you." "Well, thank you, I enjoyed it too. It feels so gratifying, I guess is the word, to make love to someone and know that they are enjoying it so very much. Sometimes I almost climax, the feeling is so intense. Did you know that you "came". That's not the correct word, but describes it. When you climaxed you shot your pussy juices out. Some of it hit my mouth and it's been a very long time since I've been with anyone who did it." She brought her hand to her mouth, eyes wide. "I didn't, I didn't pee did I? Oh God, I'm so sorry." I kissed her and told her that it definitely was not urine, and that some women ejaculated a fluid that the scientists were still trying to pin down. I told her of one woman who could masturbate for a long time, and ejaculate what was probably a teaspoon of clear liquid, that to the taste was indistinguishable from normal secretions from the pussy. She was very proud of this accomplishment, and would perform on special request, but only for an audience of women.. Susan seemed fascinated and wanted to try it again. I had looked at the clock and was amazed that the afternoon had slipped away. We went in and took a delightful shower together, washing and teasing each other. The feel of her slippery wet body against mine was so erotic and stimulating. We refrained from making love as her husband was almost due home from work. When he arrived we were sitting by the pool sipping drinks innocently. He couldn't keep his eyes off of my body, and Susan gave him stern looks of disapproval till he went inside. It was all we could do to keep from breaking up. She leaned over, and whispered, "If he only knew, that we had been here naked and then made love. He's such a stick in the mud. He could never imagine such a thing." "Susan, Dearest Love, to think I once thought this was Dullsville, USA. I think that the Dull part is over. You and I both have a new interest. The shower whetted my appetite again. Would you like to come to my apartment tomorrow after class, to study?" I asked in mock seriousness. "I think that my homework tomorrow will definitely need some intimate tutoring from an expert. I expect to be taught the intricacies of this ancient love form, spoken of with such eloquence, by the poetess Sappho." She said leaning over and giving me a light kiss on the cheek, in case her husband was peeping out the window at my bikini clad body. We hugged briefly as I left, and I felt her shudder slightly. Ah tomorrow! Driving home I saw the university town in a new light. Maybe this town wasn't such a bad place after all. Afternoon Swim Tired, Scott leaned back into the soft cushions of the deck chair. It had been a long day, hustling with orders and customers at a small, upscale restaurant in town. The orders had come fast and furious, and the customers were certainly not helping things out, asking every two minutes for one more little thing. Seriously, how can you ask me for more dressing one minute, then when you bring it do you ask for something else? Scott had graduated from the local college with a degree in business administration. Once out of college, he tried working for several firms in town. The 9-to-5 office thing, with miles of cubicles, annoying workers that reminded him of the movie "Office Space", and the constant politics drove him nuts. So, he checked the want ads and found his current job. He had been there almost a year now, so he pretty much had his pick of work days and hours. He typically worked the lunch shift, so he could be done by early afternoon to have the day to relax. Scott enjoyed the work – it was a chance to seriously turn off his brain and just plod ahead. Besides, every now and again, there was a hot woman who had a drink too many who was on the prowl. Not drunk, mind you, but to the point that any cock would do as long as they were satisfied. Scott had ended many a shift in the coat closet or in a woman's car. There was one woman there today that got him going. A tall, busty blonde, obviously married to her husband simply for the zeroes in the bank account. The restaurant Scott worked at was fairly upscale, near the local country club, so you weren't seeing AC/DC t-shirts and cutoffs, that's for sure. This woman was about 30 and well-endowed upstairs. She certainly wasn't afraid to show it, wearing a knee-length black skirt and button-down white blouse. As she leaned forward, the shirt would gap, giving everyone including Scott a show of her massive breasts held tightly in her black lace bra. She began to call on Scott to bring things throughout the meal. Her husband was sitting next to her, but engaged in a conversation with another man regarding stocks, bonds, bulls, and bears. I know nothing of the financial or stock market, I work on a waiter's salary after all. With each delivery, Scott would bring the item requested and place it in front of her. She always accepted by looking up at him and smiling broadly, her sky-blue eyes dancing every time. Scott could swear she was looking him up and down every moment her was around. For a brief second each trip, they would lock eyes. After several more trips, she became more brazen. After the appetizer course, Scott could swear she had unbuttoned the top button from her blouse, allowing a greater view of her large tits. During main course, as Scott reached near her to refill her water, she leaned forward so that his arm brushed against her breasts. As he moved away slightly (maybe she didn't intend to, and he didn't need to be fired or beaten up), she shifted to keep the contact. Finally, as he cleared the dessert dishes, he felt the unmistakable touch of her arm brushing against his crotch. Now this was a clear signal, that's for sure! He nearly dropped several dishes as she slowly rubbed along his groin. The sensation was incredible, especially as she again stared into his eyes, silently communicating her desire to him. He was in shock, especially as her husband sat right next to her talking about P/E ratios or some nonsense. He finished gathering the dishes and headed back to the kitchen. Once inside, he had to stop in a quiet corner of the kitchen to gather himself. This keeps going, I won't need both hands to carry these trays, he thought. In his mind, he played out a fantasy of bringing her a tray of food with a cover dome. As he brings it to the table, he removes the dome and, voila, his rock-hard manhood poking through a hole in the tray, making it the main course. She gasps, not out of anger or fear but out of pure desire, and gently leans forward to lick the tip of his exposed cock. After several tentative licks on the tip, she pulls back and tosses the tray aside, his throbbing member now standing proudly from his open fly. She slowly accepts the head into her mouth, swirling it around. While only the head is in her mouth, she slowly circles it in her mouth with her tongue, taking care to apply maximum contact between her tongue and the cock. She begins to lean forward, and the cock slowly disappears into her mouth. As she reaches the bottom, he can feel the tightness of her throat constricting around the tip of his cock. She continues to bob her head, looking up with pure lust into his eyes. With her free hands, she reaches with one into his pants and cups his swollen balls. She traces her fingers gently around, touching and caressing every inch of his balls. Her other hand reaches up for his hand, and places it on the back of her head. As she sucks on his member, her hand guiding his hand on her head forces him into a rhythm, where he is fucking her mouth by pushing her head onto his swollen cock. **SLAM!** Scott's revelry was interrupted by the sound of a car door slamming. Although his backyard was secluded by trees, bushes, and a fence, the sound of the neighbor's car still could reach him. He wondered which neighbor it was, Matt or Angie. Matt and Scott have become good friends, and through this friendship Scott got to see more of Angie. Angie was about 30, and had been married to Matt for a few years. She was somewhat short, in comparison to average women, but had an absolutely gorgeous body. She had been into swimming while in college, even competing in a few small tournaments. Her body was lean and toned, and she wasn't the typical stick-thin suburbanite. She rarely wore makeup, as her natural complexion made it unnecessary. Her dark brown hair ran to her shoulders, where it sat just above her perfect C-cup (as Scott estimated) breasts. On more than one occasion Scott had been treated to seeing her in lycra pants and a sports bra as she ran a few laps around the block. He heard the front door to his neighbor's house open and shut, at which point Scott's idel curiousity ended. He settled back again, hoping to continue his daydreaming. The sun beat down on him, and the cold beer he had consumed when he first got home began to coax him towards a nap. He still was horny from his daydreams, and as a result he had developed a sizeable semi-erection. Although not a porn star by any measure, he was proud of his solid 8". As he dozed, his half-erect cock maintained a pup tent in his loose swimming trunks. Just as he began to drift back to sleep, he heard the sharp squeak of his fence's front gate. As he looked up, he saw Angie wincing and trying to be polite in entering the backyard. She was wearing jeans and a tank top, and was barefoot. As she pushed the door open she saw Scott and leaned around the fence gate to talk to him. "Geez Scott, I'm really sorry to bother you," she said. Scott straightened up in his lounger, pulled his sunglasses on, and told her it was OK. "I hate to bother you, but I have a favor to ask." "Sure, what can I do for you?" Scott replied. She began to walk into his backyard, approaching him as he sat near his pool. "The cable's been on the fritz, and I was supposed to have the cable company come today to work on it. They gave me the standard 'We'll be there between 8am and 4pm' routine. I was going to call them and see when they are coming, but my cell phone battery is dead. Can I use your phone?" "No problem at all" "I really appreciate it. I hate to have you get up from being so comfortable. How about I just go in your house and get the phone?" Scott said that was fine, and with that she let herself in through his sliding glass door. He settled back to continue to catch some rays. As she made her calls, Angie looked through the kitchen window at Scott lying in the sun. He had a pretty good body, she thought, and certainly looked like he spent a good deal of time sunning in the backyard and in the gym. She also noticed the bulge in his shorts. Was that just a trick due to the cut of the shorts or the light? Had he been having a sex dream when she came in? The thought got her slightly excited. After being told by the cable company that a technician wouldn't be around until tomorrow due to high demand, she hung up and walked back outside. She told Scott about the scheduling and her frustration in taking a day off from work to wait for them. "Well, anyway, thanks Scott for helping me out. I've got to get back and work on housework." Her eyes lingered over the crystal blue pool and surrounding patio. "Anytime Angie," Scott said. Catching her stare at the pool, he said, "You know, you're more than welcome over any time to use the pool if you'd like." She looked around the backyard. "Thanks for the offer. I'd love to take you up on it sometime." "No time like the present. Besides, you look like you could use it. How about now? I put some drinks in the fridge in the kitchen when I got home, they should be cold by now." "Oh no, I couldn't. You seem so comfortable, I'd hate to bother you. Besides, I know you worked at the restaurant today. You must be beat." "I am, but a little company never hurt. Look at it this way: if you want to come over, your price is getting me another cold beer from the fridge." Angie pondered for a moment. It had been a long time since she sat in the sun and let the warmth and breezes relax her cares away. Her husband tended to be so demanding, forgetting that she works a full-time job and takes care of the house. Besides, she took a vacation day to sit and wait for the cable man – since he wasn't coming, her schedule was wide open. "OK. You got it, let me get my suit and I'll be back in a few minutes," she said. As she turned and left, Scott's mental jaw hit the floor. He never thought she'd take him up on it – he just always assumed she would always be another one of those neighbors you just wave hello to as you drive past. Just the thought of seeing her in some form of bathing suit, whether bikini or conservative one-piece, sustained his semi-erection. He could have sworn he saw her looking it up and down while they were talking. He worked on positioning himself so as to keep his cock at bay – she offered to come over and swim, for crying out loud, not star in a porno! A few minutes later, Angie reappeared through the gate wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a white tank top. The straps to her bikini top were clearly visible under the tank top. She wore dark sunglasses and brought two cold beers and a towel. "I couldn't be a bad guest and drink your beer, so I brought a pair from my house for us," she smiled as she walked over to Scott. She sat the drinks down on a small table and pulled a second lounger closer to Scott. As she pulled it over, Scott was treated to the sight of her tight ass as she bent and pulled the chair along the concrete deck. His cock began to rustle just a little bit more. She sat her towel down on the lounger and began to undress. Scott, still trying to be the gentleman, kept his eyes somewhat averted, but behind his sunglasses he taking every glimpse he could. He had always found women undressing very seductive, even if they weren't strippers or trying to get him into bed. The bending, wiggling, and removal of garments to show some new skin always excited him. She began by pulling the bottom hem of her tank top up and over her head. As she did, Scott saw her tight stomach and perky, bikini-covered breasts appear. Her skin was silky smooth and flawless. She was wearing a blue halter-style bikini top that did a good job of holding her tits in. Once she removed the top, she shook her hair loose and unbuttoned her shorts. She shimmied back and forth, pushing the shorts down. Scott always found it amazing, women must go to class to learn how to do this. The wiggling of the hips and the slight helpless appearance was always exciting. Her bikini bottom matched the top, and as she turned to put her clothes away Scott saw the bottom, while not a thong, definitely accentuated her tight athletic ass. She sat down and engaged Scott in some idle chatter for a few minutes, asking about work and his life in general. She complained about her job and how busy her life had become, not allowing moments of peace like this one. She then took a few minutes to apply some sunblock Scott had sitting on the table. Again, Scott tried to be the gentleman, but did manage to sneak a few peeks as she applied to lotion to her glistening body. He silently prayed she would ask him to put some on her back, but she finished her front and snapped the cap back on the tube. Afterwards, she laid quietly on her lounger, turning occasionally. Scott maintained his gentleman ways, but did feast with his eyes every now and again. After about half an hour, Angie got up and went into the pool. As she jumped in from the edge, Scott took in the beauty of her body as she went in. She swam a few laps, her tight ass just breaking the water surface, almost beckoning to Scott. Her motions seemed effortless as she glided through the water. The swimming had made the bottoms creep ever so slightly up her crack, making the view even better. Angie swam to the edge nearest to Scott and put her arms up. "Why don't you come join me? I feel like a fish on display in the aquarium with you just sitting there leering at me," she said. "Nah, I'm good," Scott said, keeping in mind the bulge in his shorts he was making. "C'mon," she pleaded. "I promise I don't bite." "OK, sure, why not?" and with that he got up and jumped in. After a few minutes lounging in the pool, Angie swam up to Scott and proposed a game of catch with a foam football Scott had near the edge. As they played, Scott accidentally threw the ball higher than normal a few times, which caused her to jump up to catch it. This jumping resulting in her tight torso and covered tits being on display. Scott began to intentionally overthrow just to see her leaping for the ball. The sight of water cascading down over her too-tight top and her taut stomach got Scott feeling the same tingle her felt earlier when thinking about the blonde customer. Angie paused and swam back to Scott. "How about a game of tag? We'll both start from one wall, and one person has to tag the other. When you get tagged, we switch and begin again," she proposed. "We used to play it all the time as a swim practice, you don't notice all the good workout you get." Scott agreed, thinking that any chance to tag this woman would be just fine with him. They began with Scott chasing Angie. Her strong swimming background showed as she swam away with great power. Not to be undone, Scott chased after her. After about 30 seconds of chasing, he caught her as she made a quick turn. He grabbed her around the stomach, and was treated by feeling her soft skin against his strong arm. As he pulled her in, she ever so lightly rubbed against his swimsuit-covered groin with her firm ass. He immediately let go to avoid seeming like a pervert – this was just innocent games anyway, right? They began again, with her chasing him. Angie quickly caught him, this time by wrapping her arms around his muscular chest and holding onto his back. He felt her firm breasts pressed against his back, and felt her hold on for just a second longer than needed. After a few more rounds, Angie proposed a change to the game. "This time, if one person catches the other in 30 seconds or less, the person caught has to lose an item of clothing," she said. "I don't know Angie. Would your husband be cool with you taking off your clothes here with me?" Scott asked. "Well... he probably won't care, and besides, we're just going to have fun, right? No reason that he would be upset." "I really don't think so... Matt is a good guy... and..." "He still is. I just want to have fun. We did this same game back when I was on the girls' swim team in college." Scott's mind quickly flashed to a dream of a pool full of college co-eds playing skinny-dip tag. "OK, if you say so. But wait, you have two pieces, I have one." "You're right. The first time I catch you is penalty-free, but the second time it's off with the trunks!" "You're on." The first round had Angie chasing Scott. Her swimming skills prevailed and she quickly caught him and announced his penalty-free card had been used. Scott then chased Angie, but failed to catch her in 30 seconds. His disappointment was obvious. The next round Angie chased Scott, but thanks to a quick turn he made at the end, he escaped capture until 30 seconds was up. Again Angie caught him around the chest and held onto him for a few seconds before releasing. As Scott chased Angie for the second time, he thought he noticed her swimming slower than normal. He easily caught her and after a few seconds released her. He honestly anticipated that she would back out of the bet to remove clothes. "Oh well, you got me," she grinned, and with that reached behind her neck and untied her halter top. The top flopped down to just above her nipples, showing Scott a large portion of her breasts. She reached and untied the string around her back, and pulled her hands around to keep her breasts covered with the now-detached top. She shot Scott an seductive grin and moved her hands. The top dropped off into the water, leaving her bare breasts exposed. Her breasts showed a bit of age but were certainly perky enough for a 30-year-old. The tan lines around her breasts, from working in the yard in a tank top or sports bra, excited Scott, as her breasts were milky white and topped with huge strawberry nipples. Scott had to fight the urge to grab them then and there. Angie splashed him, calling him a perv, and said to get ready for the next round. As they pushed off the wall, Angie mounted a sizeable advantage on Scott and caught him instantaneously. She stepped back and said, "Take 'em off, big boy!" She began to imitate a bad porn soundtrack as she stared at him and smiled. Scott hesitantly looped his fingers into his waistband and pulled the trunks down underwater. Through the clear water, Angie could see his swollen cock spring away from his body, now relieved of its prison of swimming trunks. He somewhat sheepishly kicked the trunks aside, and stepped forward towards the topless Angie. He felt a strange mixture of self-consciousness and desire, both of which were cast aside when she said, "OK, let's go, next round." In the next event, Angie was again easily caught by Scott. Almost too easily, thought Scott. He rather enjoyed this capture, as he caught her from the side in a bear hug. His arm stretched over her bare tits and his cock rubbed against her outer thigh. He held on for a few seconds, ever so slightly rubbing his cock along her thigh. He noticed she made no move to break from the hold. As he broke the embrace, she stepped to the side and slowly and seductively ran her fingers into the sides of the bottom and pulled it down. She kicked the bottom aside to join the rest of their swimsuits floating in the pool. She sidled up to him and said, "Next round." "Wait, what can I remove? We're both naked!" Scott asked. "Use your imagination," she purred and winked. As they pushed off the wall the next time, it was obvious neither was really trying to escape. She easily caught him by wrapping her arms around him and pressing up against his back. He felt her tight wet body against his, her breasts against his back. Her hands rubbed around his chest and stomach, and ventured lower to grasp his cock. His erection had forced his cock up against his stomach, and she wrapped her hands around his dick and began to stroke slowly. As she stroked, his hips began thrusting in time to her strokes. As she stroked, she nibbled and licked at his neck and ears. Afternoon Swim After a minute of teasing, she pulled away and got to the wall for the next round. Scott, somewhat in shock about the last round, took a moment to collect himself before returning. What was she up to? How far would this go? As they pushed off again, Scot chased Angie, her nude body gliding through the water. He caught her quickly, this time by grabbing onto her tits and pulling her close. As he rubbed her tits and nipples, she slid her clit against his hard cock, teasing both. A gasp left her lips as his dick touched her most sensitive button. He leaned his head down to lick her nipples as she moaned. He took the time to really explore her tits. They were firm yet still soft, and with huge nipples sticking out, just begging to be sucked. As he sucked, they found a rhythm where his cock rubbed her clit. He directed the teasing by grabbing her ass and guiding her body along her cock. As he lifted her up to finally fuck her, she pushed away from him back to the wall. He had become very frustrated by this teasing, and knew he soon had to have her. For her part, she was also incredibly turned on, knowing she could keep him in a state of constant erection. She knew, though, she couldn't last much longer. She had to have him. As they pushed away from the wall, Scott barely tried to get away. Angie quickly caught him and swung around to face him. As she wrapped her arms around him, she lifted herself up and held his cockhead near her pussy. Scott by this point was beyond control and had to have her. He looked in her eyes and saw the mutual lust. She rubbed her pussy lips against his cockhead for a moment then thrust herself slowly downward, impaling herself on his cock. They both savored the feeling of filling and being filled, and began to thrust. Slowly at first, then more quickly, they fucked in the pool. He carried her, still with his cock fucking her tight pussy, to the edge of the pool. He pushed her against the edge and fucked her hard. "Oh, fuck me Scott!" Angie cried out. Both moaned in shared ecstasy as they fucked furiously in the water. Scott was able to lift her up high enough so he could suck those nipples. Her head reared back and she moaned continuously. As he fucked her, she lowered herself down and began to kiss him for the first time. The kiss was deep, passionate, and filled with desire. Her tongue explored his mouth as they rocked in rhythm. Again, after a few minutes, Angie broke from her ecstasy and went back to the wall, grinning. Scott followed, still erect and longing for release. She looked over at him, and said, "Last round. Better make it count. Ready, set, go!" to begin the chase. However, instead of swimming away, she promptly turned around and put her hands against the wall. In this position, her ass was thrust outward away from the wall. She looked back over her shoulder at Scott. Scott had swum away quickly, ready to feel her again. He noticed that she didn't swim away like he did, and when he paused and looked around, he saw her braced against the wall waiting for him. He didn't need a second invitation. He swam over and without a word wrapped his arms around her and slid his cock into her pussy from behind. Without hesitation he began to piston in and out of her tight pussy. She held fast onto the wall as he grabbed her hips and fucked her like an animal. Both were moaning in pure delight. "Fuck me harder, Scott! Plunge that dick into me! Split me in two!" she cried. He answered by grunting and fucking her harder. By this point they were churning up the pool water so much that they caused waves to splash over the side. She leaned back to take more of him in as he grabbed her tits from behind. He felt her tense up and begin to shake. She let out a scream that surely caught the neighbors' attention, to which Scott didn't care. Heck, let them come see me fucking this tight pussy! As she finished her orgasm she seemed to thrust harder against him, begging him to cum in her. As his dick stroked in and out of her pussy, he felt his balls tighten. "I'm gonna cum baby," he said. Thrusting her ass out further, she yelled, "Cum in me! Fill me up!" With that encouragement, he began to shake and spurted stream after stream into her tight pussy. He though he had never come that much in his life, and he felt his spunk beginning to leak around his cock while it was lodged in her pussy. As they finished, he pulled out and joined her in leaning against the wall. She leaned over and kissed him passionately, her hands roaming over his body. When they broke from the kiss, she locked eyes with him and giggled slightly. "Well, that was a fun game, we should play again sometime," she said. "Anytime, as you know the offer always stands," Scott told her. With that, she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and got out of the pool. Her nude form glistened in the afternoon fun and the water cascaded down her body. She ran her hands through her hair and grabbed her towel from the lounger. She wrapped it around herself and set off for the gate in the fence. "Wait," he said. "What about your suit?" he asked, pointing to the small triangles of cloth still floating in the pool. She turned to him and, with a grin, said "I don't think I need that thing here anymore, now do I?" and with that walked out of the yard back to her house.